Remember when I had those business cards for the knot company I ran? There was the warehouse full of rope and the bolts of black fabric stacked to the ceiling. Do you remember that? It was like a pay phone that nobody knew the number to.
Sidewalk coffee. Two slices of pizza and a glass bottle of Coke. That morning on the train. What went wrong? Elevator rides. Hummingbirds. Second shifts turning into thirds.
Pack up your shit and get out. In fact, how about if I pack it all up for you and leave it in the hallway? Remember that? 4 1/2 Street? That was a bummer and I let it shape me for way too many years into the future. It happens. You had influence. It’s since expired.
Three more sleeps. Everything changes. The bus is leaving. Are you on it?